Toward The Sources

Be faithful
to the small matters;
you are not allowed to fly
over the silent abyss.
Try, over the frail bridge suspended
by the humble song,
the uncertain, misty way
from this to the other bank.

Withered flowers in the meadow,
a fleeting ray of sunlight,
are now talismans
that transfigure everything.
The gates of the west
open wide for you;
through them, upstream,
toward the sources you penetrate.

Indecipherable are
the signs that illuminate;
yet often, the humble songv interprets them.

(Traducció de Salvador Pila)